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Pothole of the Gods:

On Holy War,Fake News
& Other Ill-Advised Ideas

Pothole of the Gods is an ill-advised, but hilarious ramble through the histories and modern streets of Iraq, Istanbul, and Benghazi. Attached to a marauding medical mission, Murff unravelsa dismal record of global adventurism from Cyrus the Great, the epic clash of Persia and Greece, the glory that was Rome, the Crusades, America's New World Order, to Iran's attempts to trigger the apocalypse next sometime next week. 

 

And all while evading arrest and sandstorms, watching surgery and trying not to buy a carpet for the wife.

 

A worm’s eye view of humanity’s most enduring bad ideas, from holy war, fake news and the old "God wills it!" wheeze. Pothole of the Gods is 30% travelogue, 30% headline news, 30% history and 30% comedy of errors. Yes, that’s 120% but is really is a lot of book for the money.
 

On Foreign Policy:

"US Foreign Policy has always been like treated like a New Year’s Resolution: We know what’s good for us, we know it’s the right thing to do, but sometimes you just have to tidy up the sides of that chocolate pie. Or invade Iraq."

 

On the Politicians:

 

“A Political Big Man in action is something to see: Strike his poses correctly, and he might go years without the indignity of having to explain himself.”

 

On the abayas:

 

“So the abaya, the world symbol of Muslim oppression of women, is really just a big comfy mu-mu. And it’s the ladies’ idea. If that’s the case then the West really needs to recalibrate it’s indignation.”

 

On Muammar Gaddafi:

 

“Gaddafi was still wearing his body armor and armed with a golden revolver and a silver back-up pistol proving that, for all his other sins, he remained a top-notch Bond villain until the very end.”

 

On Arab Manners:

“I’m from the south, where even the most sneering insult is buried in polite euphemism, and I thought these people overdid it.”

 

On Why Even Bother:

"In some spasm of spousal selective hearing she’d thought I’d told her that I was heading to Katmandu. “Why would I go to Katmandu?”

“WHY would you go to Benghazi?” she asked, sensibly.

“Why NOT go to Benghazi!” I most definitely did  say and heroically opened a bottle of wine. The truth is that she had me there."